Title: I'm Gonna Be A WHAT?

Pairing(s): PitxLink, Mentioned IkexLink, MarthxRoy

Rating: T

A/N: A third SSB fic from Hokage?! Say it ain't so!

Well, it's kinda like a third fic… I promised Midnai-chan that I'd dedicate one to her since she'd written one for me. And if I didn't, then I'd be just a big, mean promise-breaker, now wouldn't I?

Hmm… There shall be three or more parts to this story, so it is not a one-shot like most dedicated fics. Simply because I enjoyed brainstorming this and I wanted it to be a tad bit longer :D

Of course, I couldn't resist adding a little IkexLink, but it's mostly PitxLink…

So here you are Midnai-chan! A PitxLink MPREG fic (and yes, Pit is actually the seme for once…) especially for you!

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(Pit is sixteen years of age; Link is nineteen years of age. The ages will become very relevant in this story, specifically for Pit.)

Doctor Mario's puzzled oceanic eyes carefully and thoroughly scanned Link's printed ultrasounds with a very bamboozled expression riddled all over his animated features. He frequently glanced over to the Hylian, and then his lover Pit who stood awfully close to him, and then down to the laminated sheets once more…

"No… No this is-a not right."

"How can-a this be possible?"

"I've-a never seen-a anything like it."

"Very, very interesting…"

He tapped his favorite, ballpoint pen against his protruding nose—which created a rather irritating sound—as he and traveled about his infirmary, talking only to himself.

Pit—the sixteen-year-old angel who is also a resident from Skyworld—had asked him time and time again what was wrong with his boyfriend, but the doctor was so immersed in the printed pictures of Link's internal regions he couldn't have possibly answered his questions. Whatever plagued his lover, was it life-threatening? Was it severe? Could it be treated? He could only fear the worst for his sweet, little blonde, but he made sure to keep optimistic thoughts at bay for the sake of his lover's well-being…

While Pit gently stroked his back, Link sat in the imitating patient's chair, subconsciously nibbling on his now swollen, pink lips. He drilled his nails into the angel's hand; clearly, he was nervous and just as worried and anxious as the brunet. In the middle of Doctor Mario's inaudible mumbling, Link often looked to his mate with wide, lucid eyes whose irises were flooded with multitudes of emotional feelings… When Pit saw those eyes, he immediately brushed Link's long bangs out of his face, kissed the bare, sweet skin of his forehead, and encouraged his shaken love with words, hoping for nothing more than a positive outcome from all of this…

"Piiiiit…" Link softly whined, working the knots out of the angel's hand as he sought a few, comforting sentences from his boyfriend to maintain sanity.

"Everything's going to be alright… You're going to be fine, honey."

Pit pecked the tip of his perfect nose; Link flashed him a half-smile, and gave the angel a kiss in return.

Weeks ago, Link had gotten a horrible stomachache. Pit, Ike and the other residents of the Smash mansion thought it was some sort of stomach virus, but no one's ever heard of a stomach virus lasting for weeks and weeks… Although viruses could live and strive within its host for large amounts of time… But it had been a month. Another theory that Roy conjured jokingly: Marth's cookies had made him sick. Marth had baked them some gingersnaps for the picnic all the swordsmen and the only angel attended, which later caused him to vomit, or so Roy thought. The snacks weren't all that tasty, so his hypothesis was reasonable… Perhaps the prince should've let Roy bake them…

The stomach pains continued, and the merciless cramping did not cease as Link hoped it would. At first, he was stubborn and refused to see a doctor, but after countless pleas from the angel and a sudden realization that the many painkillers he had taken were not working, he ultimately considered to consult the Smash mansion's personal shaman.

…It would be a visit that would drasticallybring change upon both their lives…

…and possibly all of the contestants at the Smash mansion.

"…Link?" Doctor Mario started finally, pacing to and fro as he resumed examining the Hylian's ultrasound print-outs. The blonde straightened up at the call of his name, "Y-Yes?"

"You say that-a this pain has-a been going on for-a quite some time? A month, precisely?"

"Yes… A-A little over a month…"

"And-a you say you have-a been taking painkillers?"

"Yes sir…"

The doctor stopped, focused his eyes once more to the sheets in front of him, and muttered lightly, "Hmmn… Yes. I see… That's weird… But it makes-a sense…"

"D-Doctor? 'Sorry to interrupt your—uhh—thought process, I guess. But… Can you just please tell us what's been causing Link all this pain? I-I think he's been waiting long enough—the both of us have," asked an impatient Pit, tightening the grip of his lover's hand…

…Link squeezed back.

Doctor Mario gawked at the angel, then his lover, and shrugged his shoulders in an approving manner. He whisked his mobile, black stool in front of his blonde patient and the antsy sixteen-year-old beside him.

"Okaaaaay… Pit? You might-a want to take a seat."

"Uh… Okay."

Why? Did the doctor expect him to fall out when he told them the revelation? That couldn't have meant good news… But Pit pulled up a small, red chair nonetheless—one that Ness or Toon Link could've possibly sat in—without releasing his blonde's perspiring palm.

The doctor shoved his rectangular glasses onto the bridge of his round nose, thumbing through his pictures for the billionth time, "I have-a never seen-a anything like-a this. I am not-a quite sure how this-a has happened, but it has… I don't-a understand how and-a why, and I probably never will. With that said, after hours of-a thorough researching, I've-a come-a down to this conclusion… Link—"

The doctor removed his glasses; the Hylian gnawed on his lips, strangling his lover's hand with his own as he met Doctor Mario's sincere pupils…

"—You are, indeed, one-hundred percent… pregnant."

…

……

Link blinked.

Pit blinked.

And all that could be heard at that moment was the annoying buzz of the white, fluorescent lights that hovered just above all three of their heads. Neither Link nor Pit took a second breath; they couldn't breathe. Not after hearing devastating news like being… pregnant. Why, he was a man! A male!! And males do not get pregnant! Male seahorses did, but not males belonging to the human race! It was not possible! Mother Nature did not intend on it to be that way! And the doctor telling him that he had some critter floating around inside of him?

That's absurd!

Link finally took a breath, shaking his head in sheer disbelief.

"No… No, that's impossible—"

"—H-He can't be preg—! P-pregnant! He's a guy! There must be some other explanation as to why he's been sick!" Pit interjected, just as terrified as his blonde-haired love.

"That's the thing, young Pit… There is-a no other explanation. Like I mentioned before, I've-a been up all night looking over these pictures, and-a that's all I can-a come up with. Link is-a pregnant. Six—no—eight weeks pregnant according to these-a pictures…"

Link suddenly burst into hysteric laughter that nearly scared the doctor and the angel out of their skin. Why he was laughing was beyond the two of them… This was a serious, serious matter, but it's not everyday that you hear about a pregnant male.

It would be a little after a minute when the Hylian began to settle down.

"Haa!! Haahaaaaah…! Haaaa…"

Link wiped his eyes, ten-times more shaken than he was before he set foot in the doctor's office. All was quiet once again until the blonde one asked with a pitchy, desperate tone, "Y-You're kidding… right? You're just pulling our legs! I'm not really pregnant… I mean, two men? A baby? That's improbable… Right, Doctor Mario?"

"That's-a what I thought. Would-a you like-a to see the print-outs from yesterday?"

Link waited for a few seconds before responding apprehensively, "Yes…"

Doctor Mario handed the fuzzy pictures to the skeptic Hylian. He analyzed them as carefully as the doctor had done. He didn't find anything similar to what he thought resembled an early infant, if he even knew what one looked like. Pit looked over the pictures with him, finding nothing as well…

"I… I don't see anything," said Link, somewhat relieved.

Pit however, couldn't say the same.

It can't be… It… It can't.

"Oh, it's-a there, alright. But you're-a looking at the old-fashioned, black-and-white ultrasound pictures… Not much-a to see, yes?"

Doctor Mario rolled over to his desk and retrieved a new set of photos concealed securely in a tan envelope.

"They've recently introduced a new, improved ultrasound machine-a for doctors, and I happened to-a snag one of them! They capture rather realistic, detailed pictures within the human stomach, intestines… what have you. And-a you said that you were experiencing stomach pains, Link. That's-a why I had-a you hooked up to two machines last night… I decided to give the new ultrasound a spin. As I inspected the screen and the print-outs, I came across this…"

He gave the envelope to Link, who took it with fidgety, eager hands. He peered into Pit's eyes; the angel swallowed and nodded… With his lover's approval, Link lifted the two, metal clasps, pulling out the colorful pictures…

That's when it all made sense.

Link gasped sharply.

He saw it…

…He saw it.

There it was, floating around in the midst of pink, orange and yellow… He saw its oddly-figured head, its round, black, beady eyes… Its teeny, seahorse-like body… It honestly looked like a little alien. Not at all like he'd imagine an infant would look like—he kept in mind that he was eight weeks along—but it was there…

So that's what's been giving him trouble from days on end…

…a baby.

Their baby.

"You-a see the differences? I-a would've told you the results yesterday, but I wasn't so sure…"

"Dear Goddesses…" Link whispered airily, with a hand over his lips. He didn't hear a single word the doctor said. He was still fixated on the idea that there was something living, developing, growing inside of him…

"Ahh, yes. I take it that-a you see the embryo now?"

"Y-Yes… I see… I see it," Link pointed to the developing fetus in the photo, angling it towards the doctor, "That… That little thing right there? That's the em…?"

Doctor Mario nodded affirmatively, "Yep. That's it. An eight-week-old embryo!"

The Hylian sighed as he crept a hand upon his flat stomach instinctively… He flipped from picture to picture, identifying the embryo with his bulging, blue eyes.

H-How…? Wh… Why?

"Is it that big…?"

"Oh! No, no… I just-a magnified the photos a little bit. It's-a currently about the size of a pinto bean."

"…And the painkillers. Did… Did they hurt it?"

"How-a many did you take a day?"

"…A lot."

"Hm. It appears healthy to me. But from-a now on, do not take any medication that-a is not prescribed from me for-a your baby's sake. Understand?"

"Y-Yes sir…"

Doctor Mario smiled at the clueless blonde, and then looked to the rather silent angel.

"Do you see it, Pit?"

"N-Not really," the tremulous angel lied.

…Was he kidding? The very second his love opened those pictures, his amethyst eyes instantly landed on the small, pink, alien-looking thing among Link's other internal insides. Who couldn't see it? It was just… there! That was a baby! His boyfriend—who is indeed a male—is carrying what is supposedly their child!

"Here…"

Link handed the pictures over to his lover; Pit slightly moved away as if it were contaminated. He looked at it, but he did not wish to touch it. In fact, he didn't want anything to do with it.

Anything.

The blonde swordsman bit his lip, noticing his lover's uneasiness.

Pit…

Link placed the pictures in his lap and dissected it for him; the angel paid him no mind.

"Umn… Well… Let's see here... This is… the head?"

He looked to Doctor Mario for guidance; he swiftly slipped on his glasses.

"Correct, Link. That is indeed the head. Those-a black dots you see there? Those are-a the eyes. This-a here is the torso, and that dark, round structure there? That is its heart. It'll take a while for it to fully develop arms and-a legs, but if you look close enough, you can-a see them. It's-a still in its early stage, so that's pretty much all we can-a extract from this point… In-a time, we will be able to determine its sex, and-a somewhere around your eight month mark, Link, you and-a Pit can come and see me, and I'll hook you up onto the machine and-a the both of you can-a study the screen and look over the baby's features! The images that the new ultrasound produces are so crystal-clear, it's-a possible to do! How about that?!"

Link scratched the back of his head, aloof of words, "…Sounds cool—"

"—So Link's… pregnant. Like… pregnant pregnant," Pit intruded, folding his arms.

"Correct."

"…Impossible," he hissed, roughly dragging all ten fingers through his thick, maroon hair, "impossible, impossible, impossible."

"Well, yes… But… You have-a the proof. The pictures, Link's stomach pains… And I-a take it that you two have had um… sexual intercourse circa… a month ago?"

Pit thought back a few weeks… A month ago. That would be around…

…He gasped.

Valentines Day.

So… the very first time that they've ever made love to one another…Link conceived? Just like that? Pit put two and two together…

Link nodded and answered the doctor's question for his speechless lover, "…Y-Yes. Somewhere around the fourteenth of fifteen of February…"

Doctor Mario clapped his hands together, "See? There-a you go. But that-a still does-a not explain why Link has female reproductive organs… Perhaps you're-a just fortunate! That is, if-a you like children… Do you?"

The Hylian bowed his head a little while rubbing the shell of his pointed ear with his index finger. He's practically grown up with children all his life…

"…Yeah."

"Ah, see?! Congratulations to you, then!"

"—So… What exactly does all of this mean? " Pit questioned the doctor, hanging his head.

Doctor Mario scooted over to the angel and placed a hand on his small shoulder.

"Well-a, apparently, Pit… You're-a going to be a father."

…Goosebumps rippled the winged male's skin, making it unbearably itchy. A… a father? Why, he was only sixteen-years-old! Sixteen!! What did he know about being a dad?! Nothing! Absolutely nothing! He didn't have any facial hair, and he was a future father-to-be?! He could barely take care of his own self! Link revived him from his trance as he caressed his lover's knee in a consoling matter…

"A… A what? I'm gonna be a WHAT?"

"…A father."

The blonde was just as awe-stricken as he was, and he had every right to be. The child currently resided in his stomach, meaning he was going to be responsible for every decision that he made from that moment on. Participating in the daily tournaments or taking part in the morning training sessions with Marth, Roy, Ike and the others was out of the question. That would create stress, and that was something that even he knew was not going to be good for the baby. He's definitely going to have to watch what went in his stomach and eventually keep off his feet, for he now cared not only for himself, but for this fragile child… But… he didn't know the first thing about caring for a baby, let alone giving birth to one. Especially as a male. He didn't have much money—neither of them did—so how were they going to support their child financially? Where would they find the money to buy clothes? Wouldn't he have to get a job? What about food? Formula? Where would their child sleep? What about toys? Would they need a house? If so, then Pit would need a job to pay for its expenses!

"Pit…? Are you… Are you going to be okay?"

"…I hope so."

Link's full lips descended into a frown… He gave his anxious lover a gentle, compassionate peck on the cheek and took his cold, dry hands into his…

"He's-a bit shocked, Link. I'm-a sure you two were-a not expecting a child—"

"—No. We were not," stated Pit affirmatively in an aggravated tone.

"And-a I understand that. But your obliviousness does not count you out for caring for this baby. You two are-a now responsible this child, especially you, Link. You-a must watch what you eat, what you do, and-a rest is very, very important. I would-a advise you not to participate in the competitions for the time being. Your belly is-a your baby's temporary home, and until he or she arrives, your body must-a be hospitable and inhabitable. Pit… Your-a job is to make-a certain that Link's needs are met. As he gets bigger, moving and walking around will become very difficult for him. He will not be able to fetch things independently. There are-a going to be some moments when he's in intense pain. You must-a keep him under control and comfort him… Anyway, I'll-a inform you both on other vital information later down the road in greater detail when it is needed. And-a Link, I'll schedule your future appointments in advance…"

The blonde nodded, "…Okay."

Doctor Mario glanced over to the silent angel. Pit's head remained bowed as he only stared at his lover's soft hands. He said not a word, and he didn't have to. His body language spoke for him. His shoulders appeared to have dislocated from their joints as he slumped over… As if all his new responsibilities were piled onto them one after the other.

He would be a father… A sixteen-year-old dad. That word alone left a bad taste in his mouth. Link was going to depend on him greatly, and the baby was going to require as much attention and support…

He feared a lot of things: What if he screwed up? What if he actually hurt the baby opposed to helping it? What if…

…What if he wasn't a good father?

Pit certainly did not see himself as "daddy" material…

"D-Doctor," he finally spoke,"B-But… I-I wasn't planning this!"

Pit finally lifted his heavy head; his tired, now dark-purple eyes were rimmed brightly with red, but he hadn't been crying.

"I know, I know… You—neither of you, I bet—were expecting something of this magnitude when-a you first came to my office. Yes, you are-a young—very, very much young—and-a sixteen-years-old is not the most desired age to start a family. But Pit… You are-a the father of this child whether you like it or not, and-a that is what you must become. For the baby's sake, and-a for Link's sake as well… They're-a going to need you."

The distraught angel rapidly shook his head in disagreement, "That's just it, doctor! I-I can't be a father! I'm sixteen! This isn't fair! I didn't want this!!"

"I'm-a sorry you feel that way, Pit. But things like-a this are inevitable."

Link rubbed down his lover's back to calm him, "Pit… It's okay. Everything's going to be okay—"

"—That's easy for you to say!!"

Link gasped; he narrowed his soft, robin egg-blue eyes, "Excuse me? 'Easy'? Pit, I'm the one carrying this child! Our child! And you have the nerve to say that I've got it easy?!"

"You're not the one who's expected to do so damn much!!"

"Babe, I'm not expecting anything from you but being a good fath—"

"—I'm only sixteen-years-old, Link! Sixteen!! What the hell do I know about fatherhood?!"

"Well-a Pit… There are-a classes you can-a take—"

Pit nearly flew out of his chair, blaring in the doctor's face, "—You stay out of this! And no I don't want to take any damn classes!"

Link gently and quickly seized his lover's balled fist…

"Pit, he's only trying to help—"

…he was just as quickly rejected. Pit furiously snatched his hand away from the blonde man's sweet grasp.

"—I didn't ask for his help!! I didn't ask for this! None of this!! I don't want to be a father!! I'm not cut out for that!"

…Those hurtful words caused something to rupture inside of Link.

"Pit…! How dare you say such things? What is wrong with you?! This is not just about you anymore and what's convenient for you…! It's about what's better for this baby…! Quit acting like a selfish child and grow up!"

And there was an uncomfortable silence… Pit blinked at the infuriated man that he loved for what felt like years. The familiar expression of pure terror resurfaced upon his soft features.

Grow up? He had no other option, now. He was obviously this child's… father.

Oh how Link wanted to take back those words, but no matter how many times he grasped at the air, he could not reclaim them.

"P-Pit… I-I—"

Before he could utter another word, the angel hopped out of his chair and stomped through the white doors. The Hylian desperately called out for him, but the brunet did not return… Out of the vast selection of words, those were probably not the best to choose…

"He's-a scared, Link. And-a that was a typical reaction for a future teenage father."

Link fiddled with his thumbs, swallowing, "…M-Maybe I shouldn't have said that."

"No! You were-a right! It was the way you worded it that shied him off, though… Very blunt, but it's also the truth. Pit must 'grow up' now. As I've-a said before, it is unfair that-a he's being hurled into parenthood at such a young age, but he'll just have to accept it."

The blonde emitted a rather heavy sigh as he continued to gawk at the large, still doors…

"…I-I hope he does. I can't do this alone…"

…I can't do this without you, Pit.

We can't do this without you.

And I leave off with a depressing note, but things will get better for Link and Pit later on.

Hope you like it so far, Midnight (and others if you just so happened to get a little curious and moseyed on into this story)! Someone's probably written you something like this already, but…

…MINE SHALL BE THE BEST!! xD

Stay tuned…

Much Love,

HokageAkamaru